#under the weeping willow

[seaniesam]

“Time will continue to pass. Everything will pass by. Perhaps for this reason, youth is beautiful. It shines blindingly bright, for just a split second. But you can never go back to it.” -Alexander Goth

[waveydrawsathing]

spring is here and so is he! 🌸

[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

i'd like to take a brief interlude from my depressive spiral to present a small excerpt from the slutty elriel fic i'm working on, still hoping to get this out this week but taylor swift put a pin in my plans and i've been wallowing in bed for like 96 straight hours.

no warnings here bc im saving the actual slutty content for the full published piece.

hope everyone's having a good week 💖

Elain blindly wandered down the dark hallways.The echo of her heels on the stone floor was menacing, causing the already frantic beat of her heart to rise to an almost worrisome crescendo. It didn’t help that she could barely see and was relying solely on the occasional flickering fae light and the cool, insistent shadow pressed to the small of her back to guide her towards her mystery destination.

It felt like she’d been walking for hours, turning this way and that in the labyrinth that made up the various chambers of this unfamiliar place but finally, the pressure of the shadow on her back eased as she approached an arched door right at the end of the seemingly never ending hallway. She paused in front of it, unsure what to do until the shadow slid up her arm and along her neck, wrapping itself around her ear. 

Go.

Elain swallowed, her gloved hand reaching out for the doorknob. 

Subconsciously, she knew where that shadow had been guiding her. Knew that the neat, dark interior of this room was the perfect match for what she’d always imagined in those salacious dreams of hers.

She’d been ready to see him. Aching to see him. But to open the door and get her first glimpse of him… she hadn’t quite been ready for that. 

Azriel was reclined in a leather chair behind his desk. The jacket he'd been wearing earlier had been discarded and left to drape on cabinet at the far end of the room. The first few buttons of his crisp white shirt was undone, providing a glimpse of the tantalising tattoos hidden underneath. He had one long leg folded over the over, one ankle resting on his knee. And on that knee, cradled by his large, scarred hand, sat a short glass of amber liquid that perfectly matched his honeyed eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

[flamingredanon]

Random traditional doodle page featuring Wilford and Randy's fusion in stick form, Henry and Right getting some glasses post CtM, Adrian the humbug and Left as a Wubba (I think that is what they are called, inspired by these three pics)

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 9: ghost zone

Ghostly Flora and Fauna

A guide to common plants

By Ghost Writer and Undergrowth

The various leafy plants are called Polypodiophyta, or Fernals. These are mutations of the human fern plant that found its way here through natural portals. Apart from their glow and edibility, though they are quite bitter, they don’t do much else.

On the upper left, we have the Alta ​​Esculenta, or the Mavor plant. The center orange part is an edible fruit.  According to our interviewee, Danny Fenton, they taste “like citrusy mangos with a touch of battery acid.”

Below that we have the Nox Filicus, more commonly known as the Night Fern. This functions much like what Fenton called a ‘sea anemone’ that only allows small blob ghosts near. Any more powerful ghosts will be ‘stung’ and have to receive immediate medical attention lest they want their appearance to become unstable.

In the upper middle we have the Malum Hydriam, the Blob Catcher. As its more common name suggests, it attracts small blob ghosts which it then catches and absorbs.

The one pictured in the lower middle is the Extractus Malus, the common Shroom. This plant helps filter pollution and foreign particles out of ectoplasm.

The one on the right is the Salicum Candentis, the Glowing Willow. These plants are considered sacred and are said to be connected to the core of the Zone itself. Like the common Shroom, it also helps extract contamination. But more importantly it also produces pure ectoplasm and its blossoms can help with medical issues such as calming a ghost down from an obsession trance and helping a ghost who's lost touch with their obsession not retreat into their core. 

Most importantly, they are integral to the coronation of new kings. A potion is made using the blossoms and the king to be is to drink it then walk up to the trunk where they will be obscured by the branches. If they walk out then the Zone has accepted them as king and they are imbued with knowledge of the movements of the Zone and an inner sense for navigating the ever shifting islands.  

However, this plant is not without its dangers. As stated, it can have a calming effect on ghosts, but if a ghost were to be near to the tree for an extended period of time it would have a soporific effect and the ghost would fall into a deep sleep like trance. The branches would then gradually wrap around the ghost pulling them toward the trunk where it will slowly begin to absorb the ghost leaving only the ghost’s core. Recovery is possible, but will take a long time and the ghost, once emerged from its core, will be back at the strength level of the newly dead.

[maxbytes]

[the-chaos-goose]

:)

[haven-anyone-would-yearn-for]

@caveundertree

[newly-feral]

I woke up this morning to Ruston Kelly's version of Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow playing in my head. This song should not be an earworm...it's lovely, but it's also just soaked with loss. It's the story of being the one who isn't chosen, of being rejected by the person you think you're building a future with. Here's a sampling of the plaintiveness...

Bury me under the violets blue

To prove my love to him

Tell him that I'd die for him

His love I could never win

I went down a rabbit hole of versions, and you know what? This is the only one that actually matches the lyrics in the best possible way. Every other version sticks to the upbeat tone of The Carter Family's original recording, at least to some degree or another. But Ruston Kelly's version is like the most melodic funeral dirge of all time, beautiful, and pathetic, and incredibly sing-a-longable.

This may be the best cover of all time. There's a gravity to this song that is incredible.

On a side note, another great thing about it? He doesn't gender-flip the pronouns. Fucking champion.

[putergenius]

🐚🌼🌊🫀🧘🏽‍♀️

[seaniesam]

pleasantview '99 babies

student ID card template credits to @gloomiee!

[jimkirkachu]

mood board for some of my Kirk headcanons (tos) 💛

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[silvery-stars]

did you know you can look at the town you grew up in and haven’t been back to since you moved out on google maps? but watch out!

[pepminttea]

I hate tinder whatever happened to making a flower crown, throwing it in the river, and marrying the person who retrieves it for you?

[booklovingcreechur]

Elrond is said to be "as kind as summer", which I absolutely love as a descriptor. I imagine this as resting under a weeping willow by a river bank in the middle of June. Every time you start to feel uncomfortably warm, a gentle breeze sweeps over the cool water and brushes your hair away from your forehead. That feeling of restfulness and comfort, that feeling of the warm sun and gentle breeze that is always there for you, that is the kindness of Elrond Halfelven.

[zuccnini]

[OC] Under the ourple weeping willow